snapshot: the rain isn't relenting anytime soon. reigen asks serizawa a question.
Serizawa lifts his window blinds, frowning at the mist clouding the glass. From above, the sky’s a darkened gray, with lightning flashes filling the horizon. “Looks like the rain isn’t letting up.”
“Huh.” From his spot on the couch, Reigen tilts his head, stance oddly reminiscent of a curious dog. He rests his palm against his cheek, considering, before clearing his throat. There’s a note of something much too airy, borderline nervous, in his words when he asks, “Is it alright if I stay here until it clears?”
He’s stayed here before, sometimes for whole days. But still, Reigen asks, just to make sure that he’s welcome and can linger here, in Serizawa's home. He always asks so he can hear the quiet, ready response of: yes, you can stay.
You can always, always stay.
Serizawa’s finger slips loose from the blinds. He turns his head, meeting Reigen's searching eyes. A warm ache blooms beneath his ribs.
“Of course you can," Serizawa says.
Reigen laughs, face flushed pink. “Thank you.” With that, he flops onto his back, popping it loudly. A content smile crosses his face as he yawns. “C’mere, then. Looks like we’ve got a free evening to ourselves for once.”
“For once?” Serizawa settles beside him, knocking their legs together as he pulls Reigen into his chest. “You see me every day. We say goodbye at the office every night.”
Reigen’s eyes close, but his smile widens, lips pulling back to reveal a flash of teeth. “Yeah, but relaxing.” He rearranges his legs until they’re in Serizawa’s lap and nestles his face into Serizawa's neck. “It’s nice. We should do it more often.”
"Mm," Serizawa hums, running his fingers through Reigen's dry hair. It's become familiar, over these past few weeks; the soft, steady warmth of Reigen's body against him. "We should."